Marik

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Turdas, 28th of Last Seed

We’ve made it as far as the carts can take us. Before we hoof it the rest of the way, we’re stopping in the Bannered Mare in Whiterun for an hour to get our spirits back up. The guard almost wouldn’t let us into the city, the man said it was closed because “dragons” are about. While I know that there was one dragon, I also know you can’t close a city over it. Not if you want to keep the populace calm that is. Never the less, I had to toss gold to get the gates moving, and I can’t help but think this only goes on because the city has yet to commit itself to the empire and thus has nobody to enforce proper laws where corrupt officials that extort can be punished. Same thing happened in Riften too, only that might be worse with the fact that they’re Stormcloak land. Maybe that’s proof that Ulfric’s rule is doomed, he’s too busy fighting for the Nords and can’t enforce proper rules and regulations on his holds. The Empire may not be glamorous to the Nordic lifestyle, but you can’t deny that it’s a working system that’s been around long enough to merit some respect.

The Confederate Flag, and Charleston

So I’m from North Carolina, but I a bit of an outsider considering I dislike southern culture save for the food. (You haven’t lived until you’ve had real cornbread.) So I may not have the best perspective in this discussion.

Firstly, why are we even talking about this? A young man decided that he’d do something very terrible to a minority group, and he just so happened to have a picture of himself with a flag that had roots in undermining said group. Even if the movement that used it for hate died off long ago (There are still movements that use it for hate purposes though), there is now fuel in the fire and it makes this flag a very heated topic. While the state doesn’t use it for hate purposes, it still has recent use colluding with individuals that spread hate, and it’d be stupid for them and anyone claiming “Southern Pride” to instantly deny that and wave the “Stars and bars” or whatever it’s called around like Charleston and centuries of oppression never happened. Go ahead and wear the flag if you must, but please don’t forget the negativity it holds. Because while it represents every proud southerner, it also represents every African man and woman that died under it. If anything, the black community deserves their time to air their grievances, no matter what transpires in the future.

Fictional Dating Service Game

Name: Monty (not me real name)
Age: 30 something
Interests: intelligence, decent appearance, video gamer, has a job, doesn't play those stupid relationship games (i.e. expecting me to be a mind reader), my 3 black cats approval, Christian, conservative
Seeking: woman (preferably of extraterrestrial origin)
Turn-Offs: stupid, liberal, socialism, voted for a Democrat even once, has a large dog or a small yappy dog, social media obsession, spends excessive amounts of money on clothing & shoes just to stay fashionable, obsession with her vanity/body image, enjoys Abrams' Star Trek, Yankee (people who live in north eastern USA), watches sports

@Revans Exile

This is it guys, we've done it. Everyone can stop posting now, this is the best one by far. Clearly the character this man is portraying is the epitome of shit posting, combining overall unlikableness with the edge of current event shittery.

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Middas, 27 of Last Seed

We rode up to Solitude by sundown, and what else would you see in the great capital other than an execution? A crowd had gathered and everything, and then they lobbed his head clean off… and the blood that poured from his wound, it looked so captivating. I hope this isn’t becoming an obsession. I’ve fed once before; I did it a few days ago in Braidwood when nobody was watching. It was enjoyable, downright fantastic even. After I ate, I was as I’d be after a feast; full and happy. But that was days ago, and watching that blood gush was like looking upon a chef carving a nice fat turkey. I’m hungry, I need more blood.

After the beheading we climbed the stairways to Castle Dour where the Imperial forces are based out of in Skyrim. General Tullius was inside, and I was actually quite honored to meet such a prestigious and decorated man. We exchanged a few words but I was ultimately turned over to a woman who I believe was named Legate Rikke. I told her of my previous work, about how I’ve taken care of various men and women that the Empire wanted dead in Cyrodiil. I couldn’t tell if she was impressed or not; I’d like to think so given the initiation process I was presented with. Take out a band of outlaws in the Hraggstad fort. I told her that bandits were my specialty; the fort was already theirs. Sure enough, me and Stenvar hiked up to the fort and cleared it out, no problem. If the Stormcloak’s are this easy, then we’ll have victory parades in a week’s time. Actually, I know it won’t be, which makes me partly excited.

With that out of the way, I had proven myself to the cause and then stated aloud this oath forever binding my life to the Imperial Legion.

“Upon my honor I do swear undying loyalty to the Emperor, Titus Mede II, and unwavering obedience to the officers of his great empire. May those above judge me, and those below take me, if I fail in my duty. Long live the Emperor, long live the Empire.”

Which, may be a long time actually.

Now I’ve been instructed to go to an Imperial camp outside of the Korvanjund tomb. There lies something called the jagged crown, a very important relic to Skyrim that may provide legitimacy to Queen Elisif the Fair against Ulfric Stormcloak. This may actually be my first skirmish against large forces, and I hope I’m prepared.

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Tirdas, 26 of Last Seed

Out treasure hunt went very well! The white phial was housed in an underground tomb inside a cave. The only things keeping us from just waltzing in and taking it were traps, which I spotted easily, and zombies, which were scarier than they were strong. Some only used basic weapons while few had magical powers, but the ones that did only knew frost spells, and as a vampiric force they barely harmed me at all. Stenvar on the other hand didn’t share my more unique traits, and was constantly complaining about how cold it was. In fact, he was so winy that I gave him an amulet I found that seemed to be imbued with frost resistance. And boy, did he shut up after that.

That wasn’t all we found down there though, the place was filled with ancient Nordic weaponry and priceless jewels and metals. We made a killing off most of it, but I set aside a few pieces for myself and a little something for Stenvar. I now have a nice new bow that looks to be of Orcish make, a sword styled like those of the old Nords, a neckless enchanted to make myself less visible whilst sneaking, and a silver banded amethyst ring. Stenvar gets an old Nordic great-sword, but he seems happier with the gold I’m providing.

If this hadn’t been such a successful expedition, I probably would have been angrier when that old sod only gave us five measly Septims. Well, until I had a talk with his assistant that is. I can’t quite blame him though, the phial was cracked when we found it, and that old elf seemed like he spent most of his life looking for the thing.

But one really shouldn’t focus on the grim. For us, we’re kings for the day. Tonight we fill ourselves with mead, and tomorrow we depart to Solitude.

hi marik

@Azarthes

Hi Aza! :)

I don't know why, but your text sounds unbelievably happy.

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Morndas, 25th of Last Seed

It really is a pain in the rear that shops only open during daylight hours. I can’t tell you how foolish one looks scampering between buildings like a headless chicken. Windhelm isn’t that bad; the constant cloud cover makes sunlight a minor issue. Hopefully the overcast stays this thick in Solitude, or I might have to adapt something less revealing.

While I was out buying potions I overheard the shopkeep having an argument with his assistant, and when I inquired about it the alchemist brought up something called the white phial and how he had little means of retrieving it for himself. Now, I’m being employed to head into a cave or ruin or whatever to take it. It seems like there could be dangers in this place considering the thing hasn’t been unearthed until now, which is why I’ve gone and hired some extra muscle. I met a strong looking man in the inn today named Stenvar, and he’ll accompany me tonight for the white phial so I can see just what he can do. I don’t have much worry, as he looks like he’s had years of combat experience; and if we make it out alright, then he’ll be coming with me to Solitude. I hope he doesn’t have gripes with the Empire; it seems like few in Windhelm like our type.

giant robots will battle

I'm so excited. I'm going to become a bot fighter if it becomes a sport. The worlds first crippled bot fighter.

@TP

The robot can be your legs it'll be great.

giant robots will battle

That first one tho.

Fallout: Dixie Rivermen

Fixed it. Sorry it took so long and I left you guys with no real notice. :D

@DirtyDingo

We’ll never make it to regionals with that kind of time. You’re letting the team down and I wouldn’t be surprised if you get cut next year. :(

If my Skyrim thread overtakes mdk’s thread, I’ll cut off my leg for a year

This sounds like a plot to an episode of It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia.